#consc

No woman can call herself free until she can choose consciously whether she will or will not be a mother. ↗

— Margaret Sanger

#motherhood #women #consciousness

Consciousness was upon him before he could get out of the way. ↗

— Kingsley Amis

#consciousness

I used to be self conscious about my height, but then I thought, fuck that, I'm Harry Potter. ↗

— Daniel Radcliffe

#self-image #consciousness

When an inner situation is not made conscious it appears outside as fate. ↗

— C.G. Jung

#consciousness

How can a three-pound mass of jelly that you can hold in your palm imagine angels, contemplate the meaning of infinity, and even question its own place in the cosmos? Especially awe inspiring is the fact that any single brain, including yours, is made up of atoms that were forged in the hearts of countless, far-flung stars billions of years ago. These particles drifted for eons and light-years until gravity and change brought them together here, now. These atoms now form a conglomerate- your brain- that can not only ponder the very stars that gave it birth but can also think about its own ability to think and wonder about its own ability to wonder. With the arrival of humans, it has been said, the universe has suddenly become conscious of itself. This, truly, it the greatest mystery of all. ↗

— V.S. Ramachandran

#neuroscience #science #change

You are an explorer, and you represent our species, and the greatest good you can do is to bring back a new idea, because our world is endangered by the absence of good ideas. Our world is in crisis because of the absence of consciousness. ↗

— Terence McKenna

#crisis #explorer #ideas #wisdom #consciousness

CALVIN: Our hero regains consciousness at the feet of a sarcastic alien. ↗

— Bill Watterson

#consciousness

Valentine whirled. Clary, lying half-conscious in the sand, her wrists and arms a screaming agony, stared defiantly back. For a moment their eyes met—and he looked at her, really looked at her, and she realized it was the first time her father had ever looked her in the face and seen her. The first and only time. “Clarissa,” he said. “What have you done?” Clary stretched out her hand, and with her finger she wrote in the sand at his feet. She didn’t draw runes. She drew words: the words he had said to her the first time he’d seen what she could do, when she’d drawn the rune that had destroyed his ship. MENE MENE TEKEL UPSHARIN. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#consciousness

A man devoid of hope and conscious of being so has ceased to belong to the future. ↗

— Albert Camus

#hope #hopelessness #suicide #consciousness

To find out what is truly individual in ourselves, profound reflection is needed; and suddenly we realize how uncommonly difficult the discovery of individuality is. ↗

— C.G. Jung

#individuality #introspection #psychology #consciousness